You are the sum of all your learning
Back in my college days, I lived for a couple years in a sorority house. There were twenty-eight girls, a house mom and a cook. All of that living with a bunch of strangers was quite a life lesson for a nineteen-year-old girl, I assure you.
Those twenty-eight girls came from a variety of different backgrounds, with different values and talents.
Much of what I know and much of who I am can be traced to those days.
Recently, I’ve had a real dearth of creativity. Like a desert in a drought. My creative mind is dusty. The Muse, she’s out to lunch. A two martini lunch.
I’m learning, with the help of my extraordinarily talented and creative cousin, not to worry so much when the creative well has run dry. Be confident, he tells me, and The Muse will find her way home.
I’ve also gotten suggestions that creating something, anything, can also kick loose that block, get the gravel out, and let the magic happen. (this the basic tenet of the good folks at NaNoWriMo)
And so, when I get all creatively clamped down like this, I often go back to something I learned back in those sorority days.
This great girl from Roswell and I made fast friends (we’d both had to endure the same crazy roommate in separate semesters. This sort of experience bonds people). She’d grown up showing pigs and living on a ranch and was a much more creative person than I was at the time.
Not to be all stereotypical, but those ranch woman can out cook, out craft and out wrassle any of their town raised counterparts.
Anyhoo, I don’t really remember the events that lead up to it, but this friend of mine, at my request, taught me how to do a counted cross-stitch kit. It was a simple pattern, but when I was done, I was so pleased. It was a nice distraction during those long days of studying.
Doing cross-stitch is not especially hard, but can be time consuming, and there are certain stitches for certain patterns.
My friend very patiently showed me how to sort the threads, how to tape the sides of the aida cloth to keep them from unraveling, how not to pull the stitches too tight, how to fix mistakes, how the back of the cloth should look as clean as the front. All of that.
And so, over the weekend, I had a coupon for Michaels, and yearning to create, I picked out a very simple kit. A “learn a craft” kit that I think is made for kids.
But that doesn’t matter.
Today, I very carefully applied tape to the aida cloth. I sorted the threads and counted to be sure they were there. I folded the cloth and marked the center lightly with a pencil, and I got out my highlighter to mark off my progress, all the way my friend taught me lo’ these almost twenty years ago.
Whenever I start a new cross-stitch, I always think of my friend. She is with me, guiding my progress the whole way. She is forever a part of me. That’s a happy feeling. That’s the family you make over the course of your life.
So here we go! Let the creation begin!
Oh, wait. Well. There is one change. One update that will take place this go ’round. A necessary adjustment, if you will.
Yeah. My lighted magnifying class. Sadly, I don’t have twenty-year-old eyes anymore. *cranky*
Oh. And getting to work on my cute frog cross-stitch isn’t the only bit of using my hands that I got up to today.
I also got busy on these:
Ooh, I feel The Muse on her way back already! Here Musey, Musey, Musey!! Want a cookie?